CHAPTER n. 



8AHAEANG AlTD 8TJBABAYA. 



On tlie 7th of June, as the twiliglit was briglit- 

 enicg in the eastern sky, I left my new Bata^da 

 home, and was huiTiedly driven to the boom." A 

 small steamer was waiting to take passengers off to 

 the mail-boat that goes to Celebes, Timor, and Am- 

 boina, the capital of the Spice Islands. 



My baggage all on board, I had time to rest, and 

 leali^e that once more I was a wanderer; but lone- 

 some thoughts were quickly banished when I began 

 to observe who were to be my companions, there on 

 the eastern side of the world, so far from the centre 

 of civilization and fashion ; and just then a real ex- 

 qmsite stepped on board. He was tall, but appeared 

 much taller from wearing a high fiir hat, the most 

 uncomfortable covering for the head imaginable in 

 that hot climate. Then his neckcloth ! It was spot 

 lessly white, and evidently tied with the greatest care ; 

 but what especially attracted my attention were his 

 long, thin hands, carefully protected by white kid 

 gloves. However, we had not been a long time on 

 the steamer, where every place was covered with a 

 thick layer of coal-dust, before Mr. Exquisite changed 

 his elegant apparel for a matter-of-fact suit, and made 



